The Acorns Once Asked Me

Somewhere in here

Here, thrumming under my rib cage,

I know I still long for those Scandinavian hills

I walk through the city but there’s mud on my shoes

Now, where should one go at this age?

Because I cannot seem to choose

Home is a puzzle in the warmth of the sun

Lanterns hanging high

Home is pine needle tea and blueberry pie

Snow coated trampolines

Scented candles cinnamon spice

I grew up up under northern lights

where the days were stretched dreamily into nights

Home is under the full moon where my people dance

hand in hand like red dragonflies

whirling through rhubarb patches sprouting from the earth

This pair of brown beautiful polychromatic eyes

The acorns once asked me where I come from

“Where the ocean and the sky mingle, and

where my spirit runs free,” I replied

As I picked one up from the forest floor and stored it away

there, beating under my rib cage

“From now on, here is also where I come from”

And I go

tripping over rocks in my cargo overalls

This restless heart

Finding home in places so far apart